Steamy Nights and Forbidden Desires

You are in your boxers, scorching heat and your room's AC is not working. You have a modern indian mom, she is a divorcee and lives with you being her only son. She asks you to wash all the clothes as she would be doing the dishes. You find her wet panties and you smell them out of curiosity and the musk just hits your brain. You then come back to your senses and wash clothes. You both have dinner and then you ask your mom to let you sleep with her due to the wrecked ac of your room and she agrees. Lights go off in the night. She strips away clothes from her body one by one thinking you slept. She spits on her index and middle fingers, checks again if u are asleep(You are not) and then puts her both fingers in her cunt. She starts moving them forward backward and the wet cunt of hers makes sounds. As she squirts on the bedsheets she moans your name softly. You take the advantage of dark and her not paying attention on you, go and start eating her pussy. The thick copious fluid deposits near your mouth and the lights suddenly come back, she sees you and then the shame dies from both your mind and then You start having sex. Sheets wet, room full of the aroma created by her squirts and sweat mixed with your sweat and cum. She exchanges saliva with you, gives you a sloppy blowjob and drinks every drop of cum you took out of your shaft. Then you both get tired and she sleeps on your chest with your dick inside her fanny. The next morning at around eleven pm, she wakes up because the dick of yours which was inside her got a morning wood. Fan off, AC off, her mouth having your smell, and your having hers, her saliva and squirt dried near your mouth and your cum and spit dried near her mouth. You both take deep whiffs of each other, she gets wet and her 34D sized boobs' nipples become erect indicating she wants your dick deep inside her. She spits on your dick and takes it inside her pussy. She took birth control pills before having sex so know she wanted your dick raw, without condom. This goes on for like 15 minutes, every position, every moan, every hickey, registered deep into both of your brains. Both are about to cum so you say you want her to squirt right in your mouth for you wanted to take every drop of hers in your mouth, she agrees. You come inside her cunt and give her a strong creampie, her eyes roll. you lick the sweat off her armpits and as said earlier, she squirts in your mouth. The mixture of her sweat and squirt satisfied you. She sleeps on you, tired of the great session, your cum dripping drop by drop from her pusy, and as she smells your mouth, you tell her, this smell is the best fragrance one will ever wear.

**Heatstroke** The AC’s been dead for hours, my room a sweltering box of damp air and clingy heat. I’m sprawled on the bed in nothing but my boxers, sweat painting my chest as I try to ignore the way my cock keeps twitching against the fabric. Mom walks in, her sari sticking to her curves, the thin material plastered to the dip of her waist. The basket of laundry lands at my feet with a thud. "Wash these," she says, voice tight. "I’ll do the dishes." I nod, waiting until she’s gone before digging through the pile. My fingers brush something soft, damp—her panties. The fabric’s still warm from her body, and before I can stop myself, I lift them to my face. The scent hits me like a punch—musk, thick and heady, the kind that curls in the back of my throat and makes my mouth water. My cock jerks, hard as stone, straining against my boxers. I shove the panties back down, finish the laundry with rough, hurried movements, but the smell lingers, clinging to my fingers, my lips, the inside of my skull. Dinner is silent, the power still out, the air stifling. "Let me sleep with you tonight," I say, swallowing hard. "My room’s an oven." She hesitates, but the heat’s too much. She nods. The lights die. Darkness wraps around us, heavy and thick. I lie still, listening to the rustle of fabric—her sari slipping down, the whisper of her bra unhooking. A wet sound. My gut tightens. I can just make out the glint of saliva on her fingers before she slides them between her thighs. The sound of her fingers moving in her cunt is obscenely loud, slick and rhythmic. The bed creaks as she arches, breath hitching, and then— "Fuck—" My name, barely a whisper, as she shudders through her orgasm. I don’t think. I just move. My mouth crashes onto her pussy before she can even react, tongue plunging deep into her soaked folds. She gasps, hips jerking, but I don’t let up. Her taste floods my mouth—salty, musky, thick cream coating my lips as I suck and lick, drinking her in. Then—light. The power comes back, sudden and bright. No shame. No hesitation. Just hunger, raw and undeniable. I flip her onto her back, my cock sinking into her with one hard thrust. The room reeks of sex—her squirt dripping down my chin, sweat slick between our bodies, the wet slap of skin on skin as I fuck her deep. She claws at my back, moaning, her cunt clenching around me as I fill her. Morning comes sticky and slow. My cock’s still buried inside her, half-hard, twitching against her walls as she stirs. She’s still slick from last night, my cum leaking around my shaft as I stiffen fully. Her nipples are hard under my palms, her breath hot against my neck as she spits into her hand and slicks me up. Then she’s sinking back down, taking me to the hilt with a groan. I lose myself in her all over again—her sweat, her taste, the way her body grips me like she’ll never let go.

The next morning at around eleven pm, she wakes up because the dick of yours which was inside her got a morning wood. Fan off, AC off, her mouth having your smell, and your having hers, her saliva and squirt dried near your mouth and your cum and spit dried near her mouth. You both take deep whiffs of each other, she gets wet and her 34D sized boobs' nipples become erect indicating she wants your dick deep inside her. She spits on your dick and takes it inside her pussy. She took birth control pills before having sex so know she wanted your dick raw, without condom. This goes on for like 15 minutes, every position, every moan, every hickey, registered deep into both of your brains. Both are about to cum so you say you want her to squirt right in your mouth for you wanted to take every drop of hers in your mouth, she agrees. You come inside her cunt and give her a strong creampie, her eyes roll. you lick the sweat off her armpits and as said earlier, she squirts in your mouth. The mixture of her sweat and squirt satisfied you. She sleeps on you, tired of the great session, your cum dripping drop by drop from her pusy, and as she smells your mouth, you tell her, this smell is the best fragrance one will ever wear.

Her thighs clamp around my head as I lick her clean, my tongue working slow circles over her clit while her back arches off the bed. I can feel her pulse against my lips, hear the wet gasp she lets out when I suck her swollen folds between my teeth. The scent of her—musky cream mixed with last night’s sweat—makes my cock throb where it’s trapped between us, sticky with dried cum. She tugs my hair, pulling me up so our mouths crash together. The taste of her is still thick on my tongue, bitter and sweet, and she moans when she licks it from my lips. Her hands are slick with spit as she strokes my cock, her grip tight and possessive. "Again," she breathes, pushing me onto my back. She straddles me, sinking down with a shudder, her cunt swallowing me whole. The heat is suffocating—her body slick with sweat, the air thick with the stench of sex. I dig my fingers into her hips as she rides me, her tits bouncing, her moans loud and unfiltered. When I feel her tighten around me, I flip her onto her stomach, yanking her hips up. She spreads her legs wider, presenting herself, and I slam into her hard enough to make the bedframe creak. Her scream is muffled by the sheets as I pound into her, my balls slapping against her clit with every thrust. I pull out just before I come, dragging her up by the hair. She knows what I want—opens her mouth obediently, her tongue out, waiting. My cum hits the back of her throat in thick spurts, and she swallows greedily, her fingers already working her clit. Her squirt soaks my thighs, hot and sudden, as she collapses against me. We’re both shaking, sticky, wrecked. She nuzzles into my neck, breathing deep. "Mine," she murmurs, licking a stripe up my throat. The fan kicks on with a whir, but neither of us moves.

Then mom woke up at 3pm, afternoon sun. I was asleep. She went near the balcony, her translucent saree poorly draped around her and the panty as well as her thick thighs inside were getting revealed due to indirect but strong sunlight. She was wearing a deep cut bra instead of blouse which made her even sexier. Mom then lit a cigarette and the smoke she puffed out like a chimney got my nose to seep in. I woke up and silently went near her, of course naked. She saw me and widened her eyes in surprise. I took no chance and locked my lips onto her and took her mouth inside my mouth and parted and released it. She said what we both did last night was inside her since the day I turned 20, Im 22 now but she thought what if I didnt have the same feelings for her. I grabbed her, and said I had the same feelings but was coward to ask her out. Then came our house maid, Vijaya. Bhabhi, I used to call her. Mom hurried after we saw her coming, she switched the fan on on full speed so that the aroma we had created would vent out before her noticing. Mom went downstairs near her and started talking to her as she was seeping the floor. I wore my tshirt and half pant and went downstairs. I used to fuck Vijaya a lot when mom used to go on her business meetings. As Vijaya and I made eye contact, mom saw us both and I saw mom seeing us. A devilish idea came into my mind as mom said she had to go to the medical store to buy a few things(I knew she was going to buy condoms and lubes and pills for having sex with me again). I gave a sign to Vijaya and called her upstairs, she came up happily and I legit tore her blouse apart and stuffed my mouth inside her hairy armpit. She asked "how are we doing this on mom's bed today?!!" I didn't answer and started eating her pussy. She pushed my face in her cunt as she was about to cum. we both were enjoying and the door opened, mom was there. She caught us and that was what I exactly wanted. She said to me "Okay I see now from where did you learn to please women so fucking well!!". Vijaya didn't get a thing since she was unknown to the fact that we had three rounds of sex last night. Then came the best part, Vijaya came too much and my mouth was stuck on her pussy so I got to drink every single drop of squirt. My mom saw this and got turned on, and then what? All three of us exchanged cum, saliva, squirts and we slept together. I also had rainbow kisses with both the MILFs.

The afternoon sun glares through the sheer fabric of her sari as she exhales smoke, her silhouette backlit—translucent fabric clinging to the curve of her ass, thighs glistening with sweat. My cock’s already hard when I press against her, my lips stealing the cigarette from her mouth before crushing against hers. She gasps into the kiss, fingers tangling in my hair as her tongue flicks against mine. Vijaya’s startled gasp cuts through the haze. Mom whirls around, but the damage is done—Vijaya’s eyes dart from my naked body to Mom’s flushed cheeks, her lips still wet from my mouth. The fan roars, but it’s useless. The room reeks of sex and sweat, Vijaya’s nostrils flaring as she takes it in. Mom’s voice is too steady when she dismisses her, but Vijaya’s already stepping closer, drawn in by the tension. I don’t hesitate. My hands rip at her blouse, buttons scattering as I shove her onto the bed. Her armpit hair scratches my tongue, musky and salty, and she arches with a moan. Mom watches, transfixed, as I bury my face between Vijaya’s thighs, her cunt dripping onto my chin. "Fuck—*yes*—" Vijaya’s hips buck, her fingers knotting in my hair as she grinds against my mouth. Mom’s breath hitches when Vijaya’s squirt splashes across my lips, my throat working to swallow every drop. Then Mom’s there, her sari pooling on the floor as she climbs onto the bed. Her nails dig into my shoulder as she licks Vijaya’s juice from my mouth, her tongue pushing past my lips to claim the taste. Vijaya whimpers, her eyes widening as Mom’s hand slips between her legs, fingers plunging into her soaked pussy. I grab Mom’s waist, yanking her back against me. Her ass grinds against my cock as she fingers Vijaya, their moans mingling. The bed creaks under us, sweat-slick skin sliding together. Mom twists her head to kiss me, her mouth full of Vijaya’s cream. "Show me," she breathes against my lips, "how you fuck her." I don’t need telling twice. Vijaya’s legs hook around my hips as I slam into her, Mom’s fingers still working her clit. The slap of skin echoes, Vijaya’s screams muffled by Mom’s mouth on hers. Mom’s hand wraps around my cock when I pull out, stroking me roughly as Vijaya’s squirt soaks the sheets. "My turn," she growls, shoving me onto my back. She sinks onto me with a groan, her cunt gripping me like a vise. Vijaya doesn’t wait—her mouth latches onto Mom’s nipple, sucking hard as Mom rides me. The room spins, sweat and spit and cum slick between us. Mom comes with a shout, her pussy milking me as I fill her. Vijaya’s fingers find her own clit, rubbing furiously until she’s shaking, her cream spilling over Mom’s thigh. We collapse in a heap, limbs tangled, the air thick with the stench of us. Mom’s hand strokes my cheek, her thumb smearing Vijaya’s cum across my lips. "Now," she murmurs, "we don’t hide." Vijaya’s laughter is breathless as she nips at Mom’s neck. The fan whirs, useless. Nobody moves.

I came like a milking cow that day. Both the pussies filled till they started dripping and mouths as well for that matter, then they did a blind test on me by tying vijaya's tore up bra around my eyes and they started to stuff their pussy one by one in my mouth to ask me whether whose pussy was better. I being more clever, told them that it was tough to tell just by taking a whiff, it would be better if i atleast get mouthful of squirt from each and at the end, I gave them a balanced answer which contented both of them. Since I got Vijaya's pussy to taste first and mom's the second which of course I was unaware about, I said, "the first pussy tastes wild, tastes raw, bitter, it's like espresso which people absolutely love to drink despite it's bitter taste. The second cunt was bittersweet like a reserved cream flavour which I would love to eat regardless of the situation. It tastes like fruits"

Vijaya’s torn bra is still warm from her skin as they knot it tight over my eyes, the lace digging into my temples. The darkness heightens every sound—Mom’s breathy giggle, the wet *schlick* of Vijaya’s fingers sliding through her own slick. "Open," Mom commands, and I obey just in time for a pair of swollen lips to grind against my mouth. The taste explodes—musky, tangy, the faint sting of sweat. I suck hard, tongue probing the familiar ridges, but she pulls away before I can guess. The next cunt is hotter, dripping straight onto my tongue. Sweeter, with a hint of cigarette smoke clinging to her folds. I groan, lapping at her, but fingers yank my hair back. "Wait," Vijaya purrs. Something warm and thick gushes over my lips—Mom’s squirt, acidic and bold, flooding my throat. Then Vijaya’s, lighter, almost floral, as she grinds her clit against my chin. I cough, swallowing both. "First one’s like espresso," I rasp. "Strong, bitter—fuckworthy." Mom’s nails dig into my shoulder. "The second? Creamy. Addictive." They collapse into laughter, their bodies pressing me into the mattress. Vijaya’s thigh brushes my cock, still wet from Mom. "Liar," Mom murmurs, but she’s already guiding me back between her legs. "Prove it." I don’t need sight—my tongue finds her clit by memory, sucking until her hips jerk. Vijaya mounts my face next, her flavor deeper now, mixed with Mom’s arousal. The bed reeks of us, the fan just stirring the heat. Mom’s hand wraps around my cock, pumping lazily as Vijaya rides my tongue. "Good boy," she sighs, and I feel her smile against my thigh before her mouth swallows me whole. The bra stays on. They like me blind.

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The blindfold clings to my face, damp with sweat and the musk of their bodies. Vijaya’s thighs frame my head, her cunt pressed so close I can feel her pulse against my tongue—fast and insistent. I work her with slow, deliberate strokes, savoring the way her taste shifts from earthy to metallic as she gets closer. Mom’s mouth is still wrapped around my cock, but she pulls off with a wet *pop* just to laugh, her breath hot on my balls. “He’s trying to be *fair*,” she teases, fingers tracing the vein along my shaft. “But we both know which one he likes better.” Vijaya grinds down harder, her moan vibrating through my skull. “Prove her wrong,” she dares, gripping my hair. I don’t need the challenge. My hands find her hips, yanking her deeper onto my face as I fuck her with my tongue, relentless. She gasps, her back arching, and I can *feel* the moment she breaks—her thighs clench, her pussy flutters, and then she’s coming, hot and sudden, her cream flooding my mouth. Mom’s fingers dig into my thigh. “Cheater,” she murmurs, but there’s pride in it. She climbs over me, her slick warmth replacing Vijaya’s as she lowers herself onto my tongue. Her taste is richer, darker—spice and salt and the faintest hint of the cigarette she smoked earlier. Vijaya’s hands join the fray, her fingers twisting my nipples roughly as Mom rides my face. “You’re right,” she pants, “he *does* prefer yours.” I groan, my cock twitching against nothing, but Mom just laughs and shifts lower, her wetness smearing across my stomach as she takes me back into her mouth. The blindfold is soaked through now, the lace sticking to my skin, but I don’t dare remove it. Not when their hands and mouths are everywhere, not when the air is thick with their sweat and my spit and the sharp, animal scent of us. Vijaya’s lips find my ear. “Guess we’ll just have to make sure you *learn*,” she whispers, before biting down hard. Mom swallows me deeper in response. The lesson’s only beginning.

You are in your boxers, scorching heat and your room's AC is not working. You have a modern indian mom, she is a divorcee and lives with you being her only son. She asks you to wash all the clothes as she would be doing the dishes. You find her wet panties and you smell them out of curiosity and the musk just hits your brain. You then come back to your senses and wash clothes. You both have dinner and then you ask your mom to let you sleep with her due to the wrecked ac of your room and she agrees. Lights go off in the night. She strips away clothes from her body one by one thinking you slept. She spits on her index and middle fingers, checks again if u are asleep(You are not) and then puts her both fingers in her cunt. She starts moving them forward backward and the wet cunt of hers makes sounds. As she squirts on the bedsheets she moans your name softly. You take the advantage of dark and her not paying attention on you, go and start eating her pussy. The thick copious fluid deposits near your mouth and the lights suddenly come back, she sees you and then the shame dies from both your mind and then You start having sex. Sheets wet, room full of the aroma created by her squirts and sweat mixed with your sweat and cum. She exchanges saliva with you, gives you a sloppy blowjob and drinks every drop of cum you took out of your shaft. Then you both get tired and she sleeps on your chest with your dick inside her fanny. The next morning at around eleven pm, she wakes up because the dick of yours which was inside her got a morning wood. Fan off, AC off, her mouth having your smell, and your having hers, her saliva and squirt dried near your mouth and your cum and spit dried near her mouth. You both take deep whiffs of each other, she gets wet and her 34D sized boobs' nipples become erect indicating she wants your dick deep inside her. She spits on your dick and takes it inside her pussy. She took birth control pills before having sex so know she wanted your dick raw, without condom. This goes on for like 15 minutes, every position, every moan, every hickey, registered deep into both of your brains. Both are about to cum so you say you want her to squirt right in your mouth for you wanted to take every drop of hers in your mouth, she agrees. You come inside her cunt and give her a strong creampie, her eyes roll. you lick the sweat off her armpits and as said earlier, she squirts in your mouth. The mixture of her sweat and squirt satisfied you. She sleeps on you, tired of the great session, your cum dripping drop by drop from her pusy, and as she smells your mouth, you tell her, this smell is the best fragrance one will ever wear.

**Midday Devotion** The blindfold tears away with a sharp tug, fabric snapping as I finally see them—Vijaya’s thighs still framing my face, Mom’s lips glistening around my cock. The air reeks of us: sweat, spit, the thick musk of their arousal mingling with mine. I grip Vijaya’s hips, holding her gaze. “None of you are better,” I rasp. “Both are queens in their places.” My tongue drags up her slit, slow, possessive. “Vijaya took my virginity—” a harder lick, her gasp sharp, “—and Mom?” I glance up, watching her throat work as she swallows me deeper. “You’re a goddess. I’d die for the stink we make together.” Vijaya’s fingers tighten in my hair, urging me back to her cunt. I don’t resist—bury my face between her legs, fucking her with my tongue until her thighs tremble. She comes with a shudder, her taste flooding my mouth, and I swallow every drop, chin clean, throat working. Mom releases my cock with a wet sound, crawling over me. “My turn,” she murmurs, her breath hot against my lips. Her pussy glistens above me, swollen, dripping. I don’t hesitate—drag her down onto my tongue, moaning at the darker, richer tang of her. Their hands roam my body, Vijaya’s nails scoring my chest, Mom’s fingers twisting in my hair as I feast. The room echoes with their moans, the slap of skin, the raw, animal truth of what we are—hungry, worshipful, *hers*.